...♪♫♪

So many nights
have passed
and waved hello
to the entering sun
while fading beyond
the stars and beyond
my dreams.

Throughout them all,
I've thought about
your eyes,
and the way they
'told' me things
that my heart needed
and wanted to hear.


I miss those nights.


The feelings
have engraved
a permanent place
in my being,
like so many
resting treasures
in the stream of
time..
and river of my love.

I can't forget
nor do I want to.


©edie antoinette 2007

Musings...
I was not prepared
for what I encountered,
but then how could I be?
I like it that way though--
because it was pure
and unrehearsed.

I walked in, looked around,
and was immediately
arrested by an
inimitable beauty,
uniquely your's.

I struggled then,
with all of my
might,
to get away
without looking
foolish.

With every vestige of my
being,
I tried to appear
only slightly affected
..but you saw
right through me.

You 'knew'.

I'm speechless, and left here
to fend for myself.

The funniest thing about this is
that I can't move--think--breathe.
I'm arrested, captured, mesmerized.

I believe strongly that this is
the way it should be,
and even though
I can't function in the
manner that I'm accustomed to,
I relish these moments that have
lasted all day and into the
night
..and back into the day.

I believe it's called
love,
or maybe it's just the gift
of being able to recognize
what I see and feel.
Oh what a gift. What power...

I feel helpless, caught in between
what I want to do..
and what I should do
..trapped by my own emotions,
wanting and needing
to cry my eyes out..
for a release
lest I implode and suffer
a miserable and pitiable
demise.

I'm groping, lost--unable
to realize a congealing
of thoughts ..
and I clamor for reality.
This feeling is
....so deliciously
beautiful.

I think
I'll ride this soft
wave..relax upon it;
draw from it--let it
lead me to that place
that I call home,
that inviting
shelter...called
you.

The best part of
life is feeling a
connection to another,
one who can actually
'feel' and understand
what you're trying to
say.

You work so hard to
present your gifts
to the world, and
it seems like nobody
notices, or cares--
then someone comes
along that 'gets' it,
and it scares you
practically to ..death.
The pureness of it
scares you almost into
a coma..

Finally, a reprieve
from the usual..
a bath of ecstasy
..and oh how sweet.

© edie antoinette 2008